The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky Fireflies, made from our demise
These shadow empires entombed These ashes are all that's left of home Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind Into a distant sky, to be spoken again
Screams of the flock Cry out for design
This power of one A savior to none
These shadow empires entombed These ashes are all that's left of home Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind Into a distant sky, to be spoken again
The skies open and paints a portrait with no use of color The ground reflects a world that has been torn asunder
My home has been entombed under ashes My only hope is to envision a new worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
